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maytheoddshq · 1 year

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Catarina "Cat" Miller (she/her). District Six Mentor. 127 Victor. Twenty-two. Eliza Dushku.

At thirteen, Catarina was an orphan, a child whose parents had fallen victim to some rebellion or another – she had blocked out what side of it they had been on, trying to erase it all from her memory. Cat found herself under the care of someone who was allegedly a friend of her father’s from way back when, Eugene Williams. Eugene and Cat were thick as thieves which made them such an odd duo; a girl of no more than thirteen and a man in his early fifties. Eugene taught Cat everything though from how to cook for herself to the basic computer engineering they used for the trains in Six. All the while Eugene shielded her the best he could from the horrors of the Games. He did his best to promise that she’d never be Reaped, and Cat believed him wholeheartedly. The Hunger Games were something that happened to people far less lucky than her; she never had to take out Tesserae, she hadn’t ever been friends with anyone who had been Reaped – Six was just too big that way and so she felt disconnected from it. Life continued to be simple – Eugene would teach her how to play guitar, birthdays were celebrated, jokes were shared, memories were made. It was simple, it was the closest approximation to family that Cat figured she could ever have.

Then Eugene died. No, no, not died – Eugene was murdered. Cat was Reaped mere weeks after her 20th birthday and her entire safely crafted life came crashing down. They called her name loud and clear and Cat, well, she tried to run, and Eugene helped her. She ducked under the greedy arms of Peacekeepers that attempted to pull her onto the stage. Eugene pushed them away and fought them off, because how could he have lied to Cat? He promised he’d keep her out of the Games, keep her safe. Then a Peacekeeper shoved him to the ground, held a gun to his forehead and fired. The ringing in Cat’s ears didn’t stop until she was ushered into the train and well on her way to the Capitol as another victim for the slaughter that was the Games.

They called her a wild card for most of the Games – she had refused to speak in any interview, refused to smile, refused to play along more than she already had to. A girl who barely grunted out more than a few words at a time when she wasn’t hurling insults about the Capitol, about the Games, about anyone. She hadn’t been given time to grieve and she was pissed. Once in the Games, Cat received very little in way of sponsors, but she had managed to attract some attention with her stand-offish nature. She always considered her arena strange – it looked like a seemingly normal city block, but nothing felt like it was quite real perse. As tributes died, they seemed to almost…glitch out.

And that’s when Cat caught it. It was a program! They were trapped in some kind of program, and she knew she’d have to find the backdoor to get out; she’d just need to figure out how. On the third day of the Games tributes were sparse, leaving just Catarina and two members of the former career pack. By some stroke of luck, Cat narrowly escaped being slaughtered by the pack when the program began to unravel itself. Strings of code appeared before Cat’s eyes, a black void tore between the group with strings of green text there and she took her escape. Cat ran directly into the code, rushing into the darkness, scanning it all for something. Her hands reached into the code, rearranging the ones and zeroes until the program opened a white and blinding door, letting her out.

Cat’s eyes snapped open, hands reaching for the weight that weighed over her head. She managed to sling the virtual reality headset off, her temples stung as she pulled at the sensors that clung to them, and then the ringing came back to her ears. And then she looked up to the room: two seemingly comatose bodies lay across from her, machines seeming to monitor vitals steadily beeping away. Her heart pounded as her eyes traced around the room and then finally landed on the item in that sat on a pedestal in the center of the room: A knife. Quickly she stumbled to her feet and made a mad grab for the knife, barely able to hold it in her shaky hand. Using the knife, she took out her unaware rivals, marking herself as a Victor of the 127th Hunger Games.

In the aftermath of the Hunger Games, Cat was met with praise for her brains, for her ability to get herself out of the simulation. It was luck, all of it was rotten luck. Two scars dotted across her temples from where the haptic sensors had sunk into her flesh, but otherwise the only injuries Cat carried out of the Games were emotional ones. She came home to a lonely house, untouched since the morning of her Reaping. Dad sized shirts laid out on the bed, a coffee mug that was still stained sitting just outside the sink. Eugene had promised to keep the Games away from her, that he’d keep her safe until the bitter end. Funny. Now she couldn’t escape the Games if she tried, she had to mentor so many children from Six to their slaughter. Cat didn’t like that one bit. As a mentor Cat could only be described as distant – she didn’t want to get too personal with children she was almost certain would die in the Games – some exceptions notwithstanding. She tried to at least make sure they were equipped to deal with the Games. Give them a slim fighting chance.

Cat can be described as rash and downright explosive at times – she’s never willing to stand down on an argument to a fault, her mouth often landing her in trouble. It’s only because she cares so much about the people she holds close – if you can even get close to Cat. Once she does deem someone worthy of any kind of friendship, it’s for life, the loyalty she maintains a nigh unbreakable bond. Additionally, she’ll start to open up and become a lot goofier once she’s bonded with people.

Strengths: Perceptive, Astute, Focused

Weaknesses: Sardonic, Skittish, Avoidant

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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A/N: I finally got my new laptop and was able to write again so I wrote an idea that’s been in my head for a while, it’s loosely inspired by Luther, a series that I’ve re watched recently, I hope you all enjoy.

Summary: Tom just knows you had something to do with your husbands murder. His problem? He can’t prove it.

Warnings: Swearing. Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, condoms are a barrier from many things), oral (Fem receiving), mentions of murder, talks of an abusive relationship. (Minors do not engage). I think that’s all.

This is purely a work of fiction. I accept constructive criticism.

W/C: 3.6K

You were driving Tom insane, he knew, in his gut, he was so sure that you had something to do with your husband’s disappearance. The case had landed itself on his desk when missing persons had deemed it a murder case, even without a body. Could he find the hard evidence that linked you to the murder? No. Was he sure it was you? A thousand per cent. Your case had been dropped months ago but he couldn’t get it or you out of his head.

“Tell me what happened?” Tom asked as he sat opposite you for the first time.

“I’ve already answered all of these questions.” You replied, Tom could tell you were nervous, you had a hard expression, but he saw straight through it.

“I don’t believe some of the answers that you gave.” He said as interlocked his hands on the desk, leaning slightly closer to you.

“I’m not really bothered what you believe, it’s what happened.” You fired back.

“People don’t just disappear.”

“Sure, they do. That’s what missing person’s is for, right?” You said as you cocked an eyebrow at him and he almost smiled, slightly enamored by the way you were handling his questioning. He’d gained a reputation for getting people to crack, but you? You seemed unfazed by his line of questioning.

Ultimately Tom had had to let you go because he couldn’t find the evidence, he needed to convict you. It drove him mad, it had him stumped for months just trying to figure out how you’d done it. How you’d evaded his thorough analysis of your property and workplace. You were smart, that was glaringly obvious to him, every time he thought he’d found something, he came up short.

A week ago, he’d found himself with a similar case on his desk, only this time the body was found. Again, there wasn’t much evidence but there were so many similarities between your case and this one. He found himself up for hours cross referencing your case file and this one, although the woman they suspected this time wasn’t as intelligent as you were, she’d lied about her alibi. Unlike you she’d said she was with a friend who denied it. You on the other hand had said you were at home all day and he couldn’t confirm that as truth and so this evidence became inadmissible in court.

He’d found himself on your doorstep, almost wanting to beg for your help, it was strange, he’d never felt like he needed anyone else’s help before yet here he was outside your door.

“Detective Holland. A man I thought I’d never seen again.” You said once you opened your door. He couldn’t help but note how beautiful you looked, he shook the thought away as he showed his badge and entered your home.

“Mrs. Leigh, I need your help.” He said in a matter-of-fact manner, he noted the small smile that had appeared on your lips and fought his own back, yours was so contagious.

“It’s Miss L/N now.” You politely corrected him.

“My apologies.”

“What could you possibly need my help with?”

“A case I’m trying to solve.”

“Forgive me but I’m not sure how I could be of help to you.” You said with furrowed brows.

“I think you could.”

He talked you through the case and his theories, all the holes in stories and suspicious behavior and you just drank it all in, nodding in certain places but ultimately you kept quiet. It wasn’t until e was done that you spoke.

“I mean, and this is all hypothetical, you’d hide the weapon in plain sight.” You answered as you made your way over to your fridge.

“That would be stupid though.” Tom said confidently, there was no way he’d missed something that was in plain sight. He watched as you pulled the bottle of wine from the fridge with a sigh. What had urged you to help him was beyond you, but a part of you knew that your case still haunted him, and you somehow felt guilty for it.

“People like you will always overlook stupid.” You said with a confidence he couldn’t quite place.

“So, you’re saying if someone wanted to hide evidence, they’d do it in plain sight because we’d overlook it?” Tom was bewildered, there was no way that this could be true, he’d spent hours going over the case files, there’s no way he missed such major evidence such as the murder weapon. He watched as you nodded mindlessly before digging through the drawer for a bottle opener.

“The autopsy report indicates a stab wound to the neck.” He continued. “They bled out. I’ve searched that house and I couldn’t find a single knife small enough to fit that wound.” He spoke. He knew the evidence for this case was in the house, the timing of everything would not have given the perpetrator any time to hide evidence away from the house.

He watched as you took the cork out of the bottle, once you’d removed the cork you placed the bottle opener on the counter, the tiny blade used for taking the paper lining off the bottle top was shining at him, almost mocking him.

“I could think of a few.” You hummed as you filled a wine glass. Tom was filled with excitement as he realized you were right, the small knife was easily concealed within the opener, he had overlooked it, not thought for a second that such a small knife was in the most basic household item.

“All I need to do is tie the murder weapon to her and case closed.” He beamed and you smiled, genuinely smiled for the first time since Tom had met you and he couldn’t help but return it, he really was enamored with you.

“Case closed.” You smiled as you sipped from your wine glass.

You had started to infect the young detective’s thoughts in a different way. He used to obsess over how you’d done it and now he was more obsessed as to why. He couldn’t understand how a woman like you, who was so quiet, kind and charismatic could have harmed another person. He started to wonder if he was wrong, if you’d had anything to do with it at all but his gut told him you did.

All the evidence for his current case came together and the victim’s wife had gone to prison for his murder, pleading guilty. She’d killed him because she wanted his money. He thought back to your case, your husband had had a lot of money, but he couldn’t see that being your motive, he couldn’t think of anything that would motivate you to murder someone. Over the time it took him to gather the evidence, he’d sought out your help more than once and he’d become enchanted by you, he found you intriguing, he wanted to get to know you better.

He wondered if that was what had brought him to your doorstep yet again. He should have been out celebrating the win, but he found himself outside your door. He knocked and wondered if you’d answer, it was late, he noted but he found himself hoping you’d open your door for him. When he heard the lock click his heart raced with excitement, he hoped you’d have that lovely smile on your face that you always had.

“Detective.” You smiled and he laughed.

“Tom.” He corrected and you smiled wider at him.

“What brings you to my doorstep Tom?”

“I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?”

“I’m not sure I’d have found that evidence had it not been for our chat, so thank you.”

“Well, you’re welcome. Did you want to come in? I’ve just opened a bottle of red.” You asked with that oh so contagious smile.

“How could I refuse?” He said as he made his way passed you and into the living room that he’d become so familiar with.

A bottle of red wine shared between the two later had them both feeling slightly tipsy. Tom knew he should probably make a move, but he didn’t want to, not unless you wanted him to. He found he very much enjoyed your company and wanted to stay in it as long as possible.

“Thank you for helping me finish the wine.” You smiled.

“Favor returned?” He smirked and you laughed.

“Sure. I suppose I won’t see you now.” You thought aloud.

“I suppose not.” He said, you’d moved closer to each other now, faces inches apart. “Unless you want to help me solve more cases.” He continued.

“I don’t think you’ll need my help again.” You said quietly, eyes flicking from each other’s eyes to each other’s lips.

“You never know.” He answered as quietly as you had. Tom licked his lips in anticipation, he probably shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of kissing you, but he couldn’t help it. You hummed in response as your noses brushed one an other’s. He couldn’t stop himself as he closed the small distance between you.

Your lips met in a desperate kiss, his hands finding your hair as you fisted his shirt in a desperate attempt to pull him closer to you. His mind felt blank as he became completely consumed by thoughts of you and what he wanted to do to you. He’d found you attractive the second he’d brought you in for questioning all those months ago but the more he’d gotten to know you the more he found you attractive. The rational part of his brain that was telling him this might be dangerous shut off as bit your bottom lip and you moaned slightly.

Your lips disconnected as you both needed air, both as breathless as each other. You looked at him and the look in your eyes drove him wild, your beautiful eyes were looking back at him completely list blown. He reconnected your lips as you straddled him, his hands finding your waist, lifting your shirt slightly to feel your skin.

“Bedroom?” He asked through a breath as your lips briefly disconnected.

“Upstairs, third door on the right.” You said quickly before reconnecting your lips, the kiss was hot and heavy as Tom stood, carrying you effortlessly to your bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a second. As soon as he found himself in your room, you both fell onto the bed, Tom’s back hitting the mattress. He almost moaned as you rocked your hips into his, the friction causing him to stiffen even more than he thought possible.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said as he sat up, his lips connecting with your neck. You rolled your head back to give him more access and he took the opportunity to trail kisses down your throat, listening to the small gasps you were exhaling. He was more aroused than he’d ever been in his life, he felt completely drunk off you.

“Tom, I really want you to fuck me.” You spoke and Tom groaned at the filthy words that left your mouth, he wasn’t expecting it.

“Wanna taste you first.” He spoke as he flipped you both over, your back easily hitting the mattress as your lips reconnected. He trailed kisses down your neck as his hands went to the hem of your shirt, pulling it from you effortlessly. He unclipped your bra and threw both your shirt and bra onto the floor. Kissing down your chest as he took a nipple into his mouth, slightly grazing it with his teeth before licking and sucking at it.

Your moans grew louder, and Tom found himself entranced by the sounds you were making, he doesn’t recall ever being with anyone who sounded as pretty as you did. He continued his attention on your nipples, switching from one to the other.

“Tom, please.” You begged and he smirked against your skin.

“What?” He asked as he made eye contact with you, his fingers moving to roll your nipple.

“I need you to move lower.” You moaned.

“Whatever you want baby.” He spoke as he placed a final kiss to your breast before moving down your body.

He quickly removed your shorts and groaned when he realized you didn’t have underwear on. He looked at your glistening heat and almost moaned at how wet you were for him.

“So wet, look at this.” He said as he ran a finger through your folds. “I’ve barely touched you and your soaked.” He smirked as you rolled your head back into the pillow.

“Please.” You begged as he let out a breath over your heat, watched as you jolted slightly from the sensation. “Tom.” You moaned as he ran his tongue through your heat.

“You taste fucking amazing.” He said before practically diving in, sucking your clit as he listened to your moans. He continued to lick and suck at your clit as he heard your moans grow louder, you must have been close he thought to himself as he sucked your clit and listened to the high-pitched moan you released.

He felt as your hand moved to his hair, almost keeping him still as he continued to lick and suck at your clit, your hips bucking up to meet his movements and e found it so incredibly hot, the way you’d started to use his face to almost get yourself off was driving him wild.

You let out a moan of his name as your orgasm crashed through you, Tom felt your legs shake and helped you through your intense orgasm, feeling proud of himself for not disappointing you. Once you’d come down from your high, he pulled away, moving back up your body, your legs continuing to shake through your aftershocks.

“So perfect.” He mumbled as he gave you a quick kiss, taking in the blissful expression on your face. “Did so well for me. Fucking hot.” He said again as you removed his shirt, placing a kiss onto his chest. You continued pressing kisses to his chest as he fumbled with his belt, almost getting frustrated as it got caught.

“Here.” you said as your hands took over, taking his belt into your own hands, undoing it almost like it was second nature to you. He found it all the more of a turn on. You made short work of his pants; they found their place with the rest of the clothes on the floor of your bedroom.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” He asked.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me Tom.”

It was all the confirmation he needed as he slipped into you, both of you moaning at the contact. Fuck, you felt good, almost perfect for him. You were both a moaning mess as he thrusted into you over and over again. His hand gripping your thigh to hoist it higher around his waist. You almost screamed as he found your g spot from his new angle, your nails clawing at his back which only made him thrust into you harder.

“Fuck, that feels good, you feel so fucking amazing.” He said as he felt you clench around him. He shifted your leg higher to get an even better angle on your g spot as he continuously pounded into you, listening to your moans of his name. he felt his own orgasm approach as you tightened around him, he knew you were close, and he watched in awe as you reached your own hand to your clit and started to rub it.

“That’s it baby.” He said and after a few more thrusts he felt you come around him which brought on his own orgasm, he removed himself from your tight heat and released his load all over your stomach with a moan of your name.

It took you both a good few minutes to recover, he was collapsed on top of you as you ran your fingers through his hair. He kissed your shoulder every few minutes and found himself more happy and content than he’d been in a long time. He removed himself from the top of you and went into the bathroom to find a warm cloth to wash the two of you off.

Once you were both cleaned up he laid in your bed with your head on hi chest as you slept soundly, and he ran his hands through your hair. He was deep in thought as he thought about your case and what had happened and now he was dying to know what had driven you to commit such an act. He was so sure in his gut you’d done it but having you here in the state you were he wondered how you could harm an insect, let alone another person.

“I wish you’d tell me what happened. Just be honest, everything’s different now. I’d want you to confide in me as your partner not see me as a detective who’s looking to lock you away. Fuck Princess, I think I’d move the Earth if you asked me to.” He whispered and he meant it, he didn’t want this time with you to end, he was so infatuated with you by this point. He fell asleep after a while, thoughts of you completely on his mind.

“I need to know how you did it.” He spoke after a while of you both being awake, you were spooning now as his hand rubbed your bare skin, he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“You’ve read the file.” You spoke.

“That says you didn’t do it, but I know you did Princess.”

“My case is closed, why don’t you leave it at that?”

“I can’t. I’m obsessing over it.”

“I’ve already told you.” You said after a while and Tom furrowed his brows as he turned you onto your back so he could look at you.

“No. You haven’t.” He spoke carefully, maybe he’d missed something, a confession maybe.

“For a Detective Inspector, you can be pretty stupid.” You laughed and he thought on your words for a second. Thought about how much help you’d been and what you’d said, of course you knew how this woman had done it, it was how you’d done it. The only difference was that you’d managed to dispose of the body.

“So, you did do it?” He said quietly, a small part of him was proud he was right, his gut was never wrong, but the bigger part of him wondered why.

“You just need to prove it.” You said as a tear made its way down your cheek. Of all the things Tom expected, this wasn’t one of them, he wasn’t expecting you to cry.

“Hey,” he said as he swiped the tear away with his thumb. “Tell me what happened.” He urged in the most comforting manner he could, he needed you to know you could trust him with this.

“Have you ever felt trapped? That’s how he made me feel, like I had no way out. I tried to leave him so many times, but he wouldn’t let me, he had me by the throat and it felt like he was squeezing the life out of me.” You said through your tears and Tom’s heart dropped, this wasn’t a usual case where the wife murders the husband for a payout. “He wasn’t the nice rich guy everyone thought he was, he hit me, took all his anger out on me but I could never prove it, if I had bruises I wasn’t allowed to leave the house until they weren’t visible, which wasn’t often. I snapped.” You spoke and he pulled you into a hug.

“Y/N…” He said and you interrupted him.

“But it never matters to people like you. You don’t give leeway for the small amount of people who had no other choice. That’s why I never came clean, never admitted to what I’d done, I didn’t want him to trap me any more than he had, I didn’t want to go to prison because of him.” You said as you finally let the tears out that you’d kept in for so many months.

You hadn’t intended to kill him; it was an accident. You cried for ten minutes as Tom held you, placing comforting kisses to your temple. Something about finally telling the truth was freeing, you knew he could and would probably arrest you for this, but it felt good to finally tell someone the truth that was eating away at you.

“I’m not going to do anything.” Tom spoke after a while.

“What?” You asked through sniffles as your tears ceased.

“I understand now. You’ve been punished enough. Your secret is safe with me.” He said sincerely and you believed him, but you didn’t want to drag him down with you.

“You could lose your job, go to prison if anyone found out.” You said and he kissed your cheek.

“They won’t, your case has become a cold one. There’s still no body, I doubt they’ll reopen the case.” He said through a small smile. He didn’t want to ask what you’d done with the body, he assumed you were clever enough to make sure it was never found and if it was he would make sure none of the evidence led to you, he would make sure that all the evidence ran dry, he felt like he would do anything for you.

“So, I’m free?” You spoke, hope lacing every word.

“You’re free baby.”

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petersasteria · 3 years

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The Package - Harry Holland

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Requested? Nah 1,583 words Heavily inspired by Key and Peele.

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Harry was in his office bored out of his mind. He was sipping around in his office chair while throwing his stress ball up in the air and catching it repeatedly. The young CEO hated his job despite the multiple and grand benefits that came along with the job. He hated that his brothers Tom and Sam were allowed to decline the offer when their father asked them if they could take over the family business. Tom declined it because he wanted to focus more on the carpentry side of the business. Sam declined because it wasn’t his passion; he wanted to be a chef. But Harry was never asked about what he wanted. His father told him that he’s the heir of the company. With that being said, Harry hated it and he resented his brothers and father for it.

He loved them dearly, though. He knew that no one else would take over and Paddy was far too young to be a CEO. Harry just unwillingly took his fate as his father retired. Now that he’s seated on ‘the throne’, as everyone in the office called it, he felt powerful but at the same time he felt judged by the people who work for him because they were all older than him and most of them saw him and his brothers grow up. It was awkward.

Harry stopped spinning around his chair and heavily sighed before grabbing his phone to play games on it. There was nothing better to do and it was a slow day. All the shipments were done yesterday, all the forms were signed before lunch, no meetings until next month, and no new applicants to take up the job of being his assistant. His last assistant, Margaret, was his dad’s assistant. Harry loved Margaret like a family member, but she was too old, so he allowed her to retire.

The game on his phone started to become boring and with a sigh, he exited the game and went on Facebook to see anything new about the people he went to school with. He loved, for lack of better term, tea. He loved spilling tea and he loved being told tea. He and Sam bonded over it.

Just as Harry was reading a post about his former schoolmate being involved in a scandal with one of his former teachers, his office telephone rang. Without an assistant, Harry was forced to answer calls without knowing who it was on lines 1, 2, and 3.

“Hello, this is Harry Holland of Holland Industries. Who am I speaking to?” Harry asked. At this point, it was engraved in his mind now. He knew what to say and what not to say.

“Hi, Harry! This is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m calling from Master Travel Incorporated to tell you about an exciting limited-time offer, exclusive getaway to the Philippines. Can I have a few moments of your time to tell you about this new package?” Your tone of voice matched the exciting offer you asked, but it wasn’t enough to entice Harry. He didn’t even know where that pine place was.

“You know, Y/N, I would love to, but I just don’t have the time-”

Upon hearing that, you immediately hung up the phone. Harry stopped talking and looked at the phone with furrowed eyebrows.

“Huh, rude.” Harry muttered under his breath as he put the phone in its place. He grabbed his phone and continued reading about his schoolmate, but he couldn’t shake off the rude thing you just did. He sighed to himself and grabbed the phone, somehow directing the call to you, and waited for you to pick up.

Your telephone rang and you answered on the first ring, “This is Y/N Y/L/N, Master Travel Incorporated. How may I be of service?”

“Hi, Y/N Y/L/N. My name is Harry. I think we just spoke not too long ago.” Harry said as he fiddled with a pen that was on his desk. “Did we just get disconnected?”

“Um, yeah. I hung up on you.” You said blatantly.

Harry raised his eyebrows upon hearing your answer and asked, “Why? Like, why would you do that? Are you allowed to do that? Because that was rude, Y/N. I’ll tell you that.”

You sat back in your chair and twirled the cord of your headset around your finger with a smug look on your face. “Were you going to buy the Philippines package?”

“What? No! Don’t be daft. That’s not the point I was trying to make. What I’m saying is-”

You hung up on him again and Harry’s jaw dropped. He has never encountered someone so rude such as yourself. “What the fuck.” Harry said before calling you again.

“This is Y/N-”

“Yeah, Y/L/N. Listen. I don’t know why you’re being rude to me, but you don’t get to hang up-” Harry gasped as soon as you hung up again. “Oh my fucking god!” Harry shouted in annoyance. He knew it wasn’t worth it, but he was never disrespected like that in his life. So, he called again.

You answered the call immediately, “What the fuck do you want?”

“What’s your deal, huh?” Harry asked as his eyebrows knit in confusion and slight anger.

“Um, you don’t want the Philippines package,” You started. “So I don’t want to talk. I did us a favor instead of wasting our time.” You were about to end the call and somehow, Harry sensed that.

“Stop, stop! Don’t you dare end this call!” Harry raised his voice, not noticing the attention he drew to himself. Everyone looked at his office and as if it wasn’t enough, Tom and Sam went to visit him just to see how he was doing.

“What’s going on?” Tom asked Edith, the accountant,

“Harry is throwing a fit.” Edith answered before returning to do her job. Edith was a 50 year old woman and she’s so over the stage of being the one to calm a kid down when throwing a fit. Those years were behind her and she didn’t want to calm Harry down. If Harry wanted to throw a fit, she doesn’t care. She just wanted to get paid and get through the day like everyone else.

“He’s… too old for that.” Sam chuckled as he and Tom walked closer to his twin’s office.

Harry never noticed them standing by the doorframe, though.

“Why shouldn’t I?” You asked him.

“Why shouldn’t you?!” Harry shrieked. “What if I wanted the Philippines package?! You know what? I want the Philippines package!”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked at Sam and Sam just shrugged. He didn’t know what was happening either.

There was silence between your line and Harry’s. After a few seconds, you broke the silence and said, “Sure, you do.” You hung up the phone once more before Harry could say anything else. This made Harry scream and throw the pen in frustration.

He stood up from his seat and yelled at the telephone, “You motherfucking bitch! I will give you a piece of my mind and you will feel my wrath!”

Neither Sam nor Tom wanted to stop. They wanted to see how it would go down.

Harry called again and this time, he put you on speaker. The phone rang and you answered on the first ring, “Come on, man. Let it go.”

“Fuck you! I WANT SIX FUCKING PACKAGES RIGHT NOW!! You know what- where’s my wallet?” Harry walked around the room to find his wallet as you sat back with a victorious smile on your face.

Harry found his wallet and pulled out his credit card. He quickly walked to where the telephone was and said, “I found my fucking credit card! Now put the details there, Y/L/N! My credit card number is 1185-6514-1109. The fucking expiration date is 12-22! And then the security number is 195! Run the fucking card right fucking now! Run it now, asshole!”

You held back your laughter as you punched in his details and when you were done, you simply said, “Thank you for your business.”

Harry took a deep breath and said, “I hope you learned your le-”

You hung up once more and that made Harry scream in anger. Sam walked further into the room and tapped Harry’s shoulder. Harry turned around and saw Sam, “Mate, stop it! Just stop calling or you’ll get even more pissed!”

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He took a few calming breaths before looking up at Sam and finally noticing Tom who gave Harry a small wave which Harry returned.

“What was that, H?” Tom asked softly as he walked further into the office.

Harry looked at his brothers and calmly said, “Pack your things. We’re going to the Philippines for a family vacation. I just bought six packages for it.”

Bonus +

Your boss, Colin, went to your desk with a huge grin on his face. “Y/N, I don’t know how you do it, but you’ve made a ton of sales recently! I’m really proud of you for coming this far! Because of that-”

Colin turned to everyone and shouted, “Y/N is employee of the month! Let’s all leave an hour early and celebrate! It’s on me!”

Everyone cheered and congratulated you. Colin went back to his office and you smirked before calling your new ‘victim’.

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fantasydaydreamers · 5 years

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“Succubus in Training Pt. 2″ Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Continuation of PART 1

Word Count: 4,179

Warnings: Smut

Author’s Note: MWHAHA HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!

If someone would've told Bakugou months ago that he would be in a relationship with a succubus, they would probably still be recovering from an explosion to the face. He didn't exactly know when it became 'official,' in fact, he still wasn't sure what you two were. All he knew was that he could call you whenever and wherever, and you would be there in a minute ready to satisfy both of you.

The talking was minimal at first, the meetings purely for sexual release, but soon the two of you relished in the afterglow and conversed, opening up about each other. Since then, Bakugou told you the real reason why you were summoned that night. He confessed that day you first came to him, they had just learned about sexual quirks in class and his 'friends' wanted to see if it would work by using him as the bait. When he told you this, you giggled and insisted on meeting the masterminds behind your relationship.

Bakugou had blown off your suggestion by saying, "They're just a bunch of dumbasses." That was the response you got on more than one occasion but you were determined to officially make your relationship public. You had finally begged him enough times to where on one particular night last week, after a blissed-out high, he finally gave into your question.

"The dumbasses in my class are throwing a Halloween party. You should come." His gruff voice carried over to you as you snuggled up under his covers. Glancing over at him, you see him scowling up at the ceiling. As excited as you were hearing the invitation, his facial expression confused you. "What's that face for?" You giggle, poking his cheek. He batted your hand away and scoffed, rolling over to face away from you. "I like keeping you as my little secret." Flattered by the compliment, you promised you were still his as you agreed to come to the party.

The day before the party, Bakugou advised his friends that he was expecting a guest, making Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima glance at each other and laugh. "Yeah dude, a visit from the boogie man?" Kaminari howled at his own joke as Sero and Kirishima clutched their stomachs as they joked about the guest being 'spooky.' Bakugou fumed and swore they wouldn't be laughing when they saw you.

"There's no way you got a girl dude." Sero wiped the corner of his eyes and caught his breath.

"Yeah...like how could that happen? You're the same person every day so when do you have the time to even get a girl? Let alone flirt?!" Kaminari cleared his throat, standing up straighter to look at Bakugou's raging expression. The next thing Bakugou knew, Kirishima was using his quirk to hold him back before he could lash out at Kaminari, explosions releasing from his hands.

The news got around quickly to the 1A class as they teased Bakugou relentlessly for the past week about his mystery guest. When Bakugou heard of the rumors, he cursed his friends out and wanted you to show up now to prove him right. He had even bothered to text you that and only got more mad when you had to decline, busy preparing for your own kinds Halloween celebration.

This left Bakugou stuck to endure the smartass comments for a week, his irritation level rising to a degree that probably isn't considered healthy.

It was finally the night of the party and Bakugou was impatiently waiting for you to arrive. He was forced by Mina to wear some wolf ears because the rest of the class decided to dress up, and at this point, he didn't care. He just wanted to prove to everyone you were real.

There was no way he told them what you were though. In fact, Bakugou wasn't even sure if he could handle the look on Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero's face if they find out their little scheme actually worked.

Well, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. An evil grin crossed his face as he sat on the couch in the common area, drowning out his friends' conversation.

Just then, Todoroki walked past the couch and Kaminari clutched his chest in shock. "Dracula?! Are you the one here for Bakugou?" Todoroki paused, confused by the statement but then a small smirk graced his lips before lifting the cape to cover his mouth as he spoke. "Of course. I was looking for my necks victim." He forcibly made his voice deeper as he narrowed his gaze.

Kaminari just about fell off the armrest of the couch from laughing so hard. That's fucking it. Bakugou was fed up. A whole fucking week of this bullshit and he was tired of having to remind himself that you will show up. His hands begin to cackle as he slowly stood up from the couch, watching as Todoroki lowered his cape, the frost beginning to form on his hand.

By now the whole room was paying attention. Some were hiding their obvious laughter-which pissed Bakugou off more-while others were too scared to get in between the two males. Even Kirishima didn't move, knowing Kaminari had taken the taunting too far as he got other classmates involved.

Suddenly, a knock came from the front door but no one moved. Bakugou and Todoroki were still sizing each other up, wanting to have the first hit. "I-I'll get it," Midoriya spoke up softly, excusing himself from the tension. No one responded, but Ochako gave him a small smile of thanks.

Walking to the front door, Midoriya was expecting to see Aizawa-sensei warning them to quiet down before he cancels the party. What he wasn't expecting was to open the door to a beautiful girl with horns emerging from her temples and wide innocent eyes staring back at him.

She smiled sweetly at him and Midoriya felt a flush rise to his cheeks. Oh.

~*~*~*~*

Every year on Halloween night, all incubi and succubi have a surge in hunger; their appetite stronger and they appear more alluring to the average human. It was considered a big holiday for your kind because of the many calls received and everyone going out to have fun. You were not going to participate this year, opting to spend the night with a certain explosive blonde instead.

You did, however, help your senior and friends back home set up for their own festivities and parties. Bakugou had texted you constantly the past week about the hell he has been receiving from his classmates and you felt bad you couldn't make time to see him, but you were planning to change that on the night of the party.

Bakugou wasn't aware of your quirk enhancement on the night of Halloween, and you weren't planning on telling him. Well...show him first and then tell him.

That's what led you to this moment where you arrived for the nth time at the 1A dorms, however, this time at the front door, ready to be introduced to everyone. You didn't dress up, instead opting to be in your succubus form, having an excuse to be your true self. You knocked on the door, excited to meet Bakugou's friends he had so lovingly referred to as, 'Shitty Hair,' 'Sparky,' and 'Tape Face.'

"Aizawa-sensei, it's Kacchan and Todo- oh." A boy with green hair and freckles covered in a white ghost sheet answered the door. "Hi! Happy Halloween! Is Bakugou there?" You cheerfully smile as your tail swishes behind you on the floor. Curiosity and shock crossed the boy's features as he nods and silently holds the door open for you to come in.

You brush past him, fully aware of his eyes trained on your tail flicking behind you. Glancing around the room full of Bakugou's classmates, you notice everyone's attention towards the center of the room where you spot Bakugou and another male staring each other down, unblinking, with smoke and frost airing throughout the room.

"Bakugou!" Ignoring the tension, you practically skip over to him, excited to see him after what felt like so long. Bakugou's face whips around to your approaching figure while the frost emitting from the boy across from him disappears.

The first thing Bakugou notices was your horns, realizing you're in your natural form and he feels flush rise to his cheeks. You grab onto his arm, the one that was emitting the sparks, and feel him relax slightly finally relieved to see you. Turning your attention to the boy dressed as a vampire, you smile and almost introduce yourself when you notice the whole room was staring at you in shock.

The attention made a rare blush grace your cheeks as your fingers lightly trace patterns on Bakugou's arm, taking in everyone's expressions, confused. You knew Bakugou had a hard week, but you didn't think it would be this bad. When you made eye contact with a few, you saw a blush rise to their faces as they adverted their eyes, embarrassed. The reaction made you smirk a little, your tail twitching.

"Hi! I'm (Y/n)! It's nice to meet you!" You disconnect from Bakugou's arm and bow, introducing yourself. A wide smile graces your lips and you hear gasps from a few of the boys. They still stare motionless at you and you nervously turn your head to Bakugou who was looking smug as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Uh-" Suddenly, Bakugou throws his arm over your shoulder and pulls you close to his side, the familiar scent of burnt caramel filling your nose. "Hey, babe." He looks down at you, his eyes burning bright as they stare straight into yours, a smug smirk on his lips. You could hear the 'I told you so' tone echoing throughout the room.

The time you spent with Bakugou was always private and you didn't take him for the PDA-loving type, but still, the action made your heart flutter at having an audience. "Hi." You breathily whisper out, his handsome face close to yours. Bakugou didn't look away and you knew you had that effect to magnetically capture people's attention, but at this moment, it wasn't part of your doing.

"Dude. You were serious?" A male voice broke the silence first and Bakugou's head whipped to the blonde dressed as the devil. "You damn dumbass. I've been serious this whole fucking time." Bakugou pulled back from his embrace and went back to crossing his arms over his chest.

Ignoring the coldness hitting your side, you had a feeling that might be one of the boys with the oh-so-loving nickname and you elbow Bakugou in his side. "Introduce me!"

Bakugou grunted and pointed to the three boys off to the side with their jaws hanging open. "Sparky, Shitty Hair, Tape Face." He pointed at them down in a line and you bit back a grin and rolled your eyes.

"Their real names?" You try again only to have Bakugou tsk and not answer. The nicknames seemed to snap the redhead out of a trace as he pointed a finger at himself. "I'm Kirishima." He then pointed to the boy all wrapped in bandages next to him. "That's Sero." Finally, he pointed to the boy dressed as the devil on the other side of him. "And that's Kaminari."

You smile at Kaminari's costume, knowing it was fake, but wanting to tease him. "Hey! We match!" You exclaim, walking around him to tug on the fake tail. You had a feeling Bakugou didn't tell them what you were and you decided to relish that secrecy for a second.

Kaminari let out a squeak feeling you move around him. Once you step back in front of them your smirk morphs into a smile as you bow again. "It's nice to meet you! Bakugou has told me a lot about you." Another tsk was heard and you shoot him a sly grin.

"Bakugou! Introduce us too!" It was then you remembered you had an audience and you feel the slight embarrassment creep back up. You turn to the pink girl who bounded up to you with a pout. "I'm Mina!" Just before you could answer, the introductions were a chain reaction as everyone surrounds you and Bakugou gets pushed off to the side.

"Hey!" His shout was ignored as he watches you laugh, talking to the crowd around you, learning names. He felt his heart sink a little, knowing this would happen, but he also knew you would never shut up with the questions either. Still, he missed having you all to himself.

~*~*~*~*

By the time everyone settled down with the introductions, you finally took a seat on the couch and Mina brought you a glass of punch. The class still surrounded you, some sitting next to you while the rest crowded the floor, looking up at you in awe. "So (Y/n), what's your quirk?" The same boy who had answered the door, Midoriya you think, asked with an open notebook in his lap. "No! I want to know how she met Bakugou first!" The invisible girl, Toru, piped up.

The class began to argue what to ask first and you looked around for Bakugou for help. You felt bad that the boy was shoved off to the side after everything he had been through this week. Licking your lips you remind yourself that you would be apologizing to him. You spot Bakugou staring at you intently from across the room.

It was then, you felt the first wave of heat and longing begin to form in your lower abdomen, a shiver of lust running down your spine. You caught yourself before you could let out a sound, and embarrass yourself in front of everyone. His gaze didn't do anything but increase the warmth and you turned your head away, biting your lip.

"(Y/n), are you okay? Your eyes were glowing for a second." Ochako asked worriedly. The rest of the class looked amazed and waited for you to answer. "Oh, yeah! I'm fine!" You wave your hands, dismissing them while laughing nervously.

"What quirk is that?" Midoriya asked again. You quickly glance at Bakugou, wondering if he would want you to answer. He had an irritated expression on his face and you weren't stupid to know that was the boy he hated. In the time spent together, Bakugou had gone in great detail of his opinion on "Deku," so you weren't surprised to see him start to get pissed off.

"Uhm...I have an emotion manipulation quirk." You answer carefully, dancing around the word, succubus. The class 'oohs' in response and you glance back at Bakugou to see if he was satisfied with the answer. He had a small smirk on this face and he nodded slightly at you. I'm still yours, Bakugou.

Another small wave of heat rolled through your stomach and you grit your teeth again, turning away once more. "(Y/n)? Are you using your quirk now? Your eyes glowed again." Tsuyu pointed out, her finger on her chin thoughtfully.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice. "So what are you dressed as? A devil like me, right?" Kaminari confirmed, proud he could match with someone so cute.

"Yeah! AH~!" A sudden squeal leaves your mouth and your hands still shoot up to cover the noise even though it was too late. You whip your head around to see a short purple-haired boy had pinched the tip of your tail that was hanging over the back of the couch.

"It's real?" He asks in amazement and you are too shocked to react when the boy was blasted across the room. "Mineta. Don't you ever fucking touch her, or look at her, again." Bakugou seethed, finally speaking up.

The class froze when you made the sound, blushes covering their cheeks as some boys began to sweat. Removing your hands from your mouth and rub the end of your tail to yourself, frowning at the feeling of another man touching it besides Bakugou. It was a funny feeling having only gone to one specific person for your feeding for a while and not doing what was essentially a part of you.

The idea of anyone else disgusted you. You didn't want that...you wanted Bakugou. Glancing over at the male who was still seething, you could tell he wanted you alone. This time, the wave of heat that coursed through you made you double over on the couch.

"(Y/n)?!" You held up your hands trying to tell them you were okay. Shakily, you straightened yourself up and took a deep breath, opening your eyes. Gasps were heard and you offered everyone a smile. "Sorry...can I borrow Bakugou for a minute?" Without waiting for replies, you stood up and sashayed over to the blonde boy who was staring at you wide-eyed.

"Bedroom. Now." You whispered, taking his hand and dragging him towards the staircase. You didn't care that the whole class was watching, confused. Right now there was only one thing on your mind and with Bakugou staring at you across the room patiently waiting, you've decided he deserved a treat.

~*~*~*~*

"(Y/n), your eyes..." Entering Bakugou's room, you didn't even give him a chance to speak before you jumped into his arms, his hands immediately holding your ass as he balances himself. You stare down at his shocked expression and purred, your tail happily swishing behind you. His room was dark except for the light from the crescent moon through the window.

In the darkness, you could tell your eyes were glowing by the way they reflected against Bakugou's cheeks. "You've been patiently waiting for me while I briefly talked to your friends, Katsuki~" You purr and lean down, sucking on his pulse, your aphrodisiac saliva soaking into his skin.

Bakugou groans and squeezes your ass tighter, beginning to walk the two of you towards his bed. "Such a good boy for me. Saved me from that pervert earlier too...my hero." You kiss up his neck as you murmur the praises into his ear, biting the lobe and pulling gently.

Your back suddenly hits the mattress and Bakugou places himself in between your legs, lustfully staring down at you. "That fucker had it coming." He replied, although strained, the irritation was still clear in his voice. "Still," He sighed, feeling your tail trail up under his shirt and trace the tip over his abs and down to his v-line, "you finally met them and they ask just as many dumb questions as you."

You hum and arch you back up, wanting a kiss. Bakugou complies and leans down, his warm lips pressing against yours. He feels his body start to heat up, more than usual, and he pulls back once he feels your tongue trace his lips.

"Fuck-why is it so hot?" He murmured, his lips kissing down your neck and over to your collarbone, biting harshly on the bone before soothingly licking it. Since you came in your true form, you had to put clothes on over your usual lingerie and it was very restricting. Letting out a moan, you hurridly separate yourself from Bakugou and strip out of your clothes, only to have nothing underneath.

Bakugou's eyes rake over your figure, a low growl escaping his mouth. "Such a dirty girl, (Y/n)." He kisses down your chest and in between your breasts, trailing lower down your stomach. Your hands run through his messy hair, catching on something blocking the way. Startled, you look down and notice him wearing a headband with wolf ears.

You let out a laugh and sit up, a confused Bakugou following your movements. "What?" He huffs out, annoyed that he was interrupted. Looking at him clearly, you can see why you didn't notice them earlier. The ears just about blended in with the wild strands of his hair.

You crawl into his lap, the position bringing back memories of the first night you shared together. Sitting down on his lap, you feel his dick through his sweatpants, the heat waves rolling through you faster. "Such a big bad wolf, Katsuki~" You grind down on his lap and almost chuckle seeing the faint blush appear as he moves to take them off. "Leave them on." You instruct.

Your fingers move through his hair as they lead to one of the ears, softly rubbing the tip of it. "If only you could feel that, then you would understand how good it feels." Bakugou grits his teeth to not let out a groan because he kind of wished he could too. His hands find their way to your hips before trailing behind you to your tail. He grasps the base and squeezes it gently, feeling you shudder above him. Slowly, he trails his hand up to the tip, his finger lightly flicking the end.

You mewl, your face dropping down to his shoulders as he smirks, teasing the soft, silky skin with his thumb and forefinger. "Katsuki, I can't wait anymore. I feel too much. I want you." You pant on his neck, biting down on his pulse this time.

"Fuck!" Bakugou's hips buck up as he lets out a moan this time. Not even bothering to strip himself fully of his sweatpants, your hand finds his cock and pulls it out, purring softly. Bakugou throws his head back against the wall as you begin to stroke him. Something wet drips on the tip of his cock and Bakugou leans his head back up and groans seeing spit drool out of your mouth onto his tip.

"You know what that does to me," Bakugou warns, already feeling the heat spread throughout his body. His cock jumped when you teasingly placed your pussy above the head. "Wreck me, Katsuki."

Bakugou pushed your hips down, bottoming out inside you with no problem. A shout left your lips as a long drawn out moan left his. Your walls pulsed around him, sucking him in deeper as Bakugou smacked your ass, pulling you down harshly.

You crooned, loving the effect the aphrodisiac had on him. Bakugou grunted and moved onto his knees, your ankles locking behind his back. As if you weighed nothing, Bakugou began slamming you up and down his cock, your back arching in pleasure as he bit your neck. "Cum for me, (Y/n). Be a good girl...your already tightening up around my cock. Is that what you want? I'll fill you up over and over-"

Bakugou didn't get to finish the husky words in your ear as you came, a loud scream leaving your mouth as white-blinding pleasure crashed over you. When you came too, Bakugou was still thrusting inside of you, but not as harshly as before.

"That's one." He smirked, his eyes glazed over as he moved you onto your back, pushing your knees up beside your head. "Halloween is the 31st day in October, right?" He hummed, slowing his thrusts. Oh no.

He chuckled darkly at the lewd expression on your face. "Start counting, (Y/n)."

~*~*~*~*

"She's a succubus, isn't she?" Kirishima questioned, sitting on the couch, with his arms crossed over his chest looking up at the ceiling. The rest of the class hummed in agreement, genuine appreciation on their faces that Bakugou is dating one.

"Holy shit." Kaminari, who was laying on his back on the floor, sat up suddenly and stared at Sero and Kirishima who also looked at each other in shock.

"It worked!" They all exclaim at the same time, realization dawning on them. Kirishima hurriedly pulls out his phone. "Hey Kami, what was the website again?" Kaminari and Sero follow and suit, pulling out their phones. "I don't remember!" Kaminari exclaims. "Check your history!" Sero cries, typing fast on his screen.

The rest of class 1A looked at them in confusion and mingled back into their own groups while they waited for you and Bakugou to come back down. They could only guess what was going on upstairs and the thought made them awkward, avoiding the topic entirely.

Whether Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero summoned their own succubus is up for question. Maybe they could suggest a group date sometime and you can set them up with some of your friends. "Damnit. We are such good friends," Sero mumbled, scrolling through the millions of articles popping up.

"Ugh and we didn't even know if it would work! We could've screenshotted it!" Kirishima whined as Kaminari sat down next to him looking back and forth between their phones. The boys continued their quest to find the website, forgetting the possibilities of what could be happening upstairs.

This Halloween was one that class A would remember forever. Many swore to not doubt Bakugou again while rethinking their opinion of him as his friends cursed themselves for not saving their receipts. For you, you discovered what true love felt like, and relished in the fact you could keep up with Bakugou's side-effected stamina. You may not be his secret anymore, but you were still his and that's all Bakugou could ever hope for.

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 4 years

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Well. In light of the recent vanessa fic, I am going to request a few things. How about Helena going to MC's high school reunion?

WARNINGS: Intolerable sexist arseholes Referenced rape culture Blood and minor violence Written by: @evoedbd ******************************************

“Helena… my feet hurt.” Kya’s soft, plaintive voice rung like gunshots in Helena’s ears. To hear that Kya was in pain caused a war of sensations within the Sorceress, turning her chest into a battlefield as she aimed to pick out her own thoughts amidst the din. The music was too loud. All pulsing beats and pop hits that all bled into one another in an unpleasant screech. With all the beauty Kya’s people could capture, the fact they abused that power to capture such meaningless garble was bad enough, but the songs that Helena’s ears had picked out went beyond this. The images of men taking what they pleased, or endlessly fucking hoes and capping foes… it set her teeth on edge. Why would anybody wish to put a cap on someone they disliked so much? It was absolutely beyond her. After all, she had seen the selfishness of humanity. She had seen people who would do precisely what the songs fantasized about. She had been one of those prizes. The pet. The mess left behind once a tyrant had finished with her for the night. She had been the violated girl dragging herself across the floors because she couldn’t walk, trailing blood. Why did some of Kya’s people find this concept worth celebrating? How many even knew what they danced to? “Helena?” This time, Kya’s voice was pleading. A gentle touch to Helena’s ravaged senses. This was accompanied by the lightest touch to her forearm, fingertips begging for more yet restraining themselves until Helena gave consent. The Sorceress had to close her eyes, to stop watching and picture a much calmer place. An open field, filled with flowers that had no name, not in this world. Flowers woven through black hair, accompanying laughter that became wings for Helena’s soul. She didn’t particularly want to open her eyes to the gyrating crowds. Around her, she could feel a thousand candles, each flickering in time with the sea of sorry, middle-aged bodies awkwardly trying to reclaim their youth. All dressed in finery above their means as they tried to convince everyone of their success and happiness, even as they reeked of misery. An ocean of people, all smiling politely whilst firing knives from their tongue, shooting daggers from their eyes. Alcohol flowing a little too freely, too dangerously. Control, so willingly abandoned. It was as if none of them knew its value. As if none of these people had ever seen or experienced control torn away completely, until even the breath a body took was at another’s whim. Then there were the lights. A spinning ball reflected everything, casting a thousand fragments of light across the floor, growing larger as they grew further from the centre. Spinning chaos across the wooden floors, illuminating the deep blue lighting, catching in the mist across the dancing masses. An unnatural mist summoned by machines… and Kya said her people possessed no magic. “Helena… are you with me?” The longing to answer hit her harder than a boulder from a catapult against a crumbling castle wall. Gods, how she wanted to open her eyes and find only one person before her. Yet, she was surrounded; drowning in the sea of bodies as the unnatural mist lapped at her ankles. As elbows collided with her, or fingers nipped at the bottom of her hair like vultures testing the fight left in their meat. Her heart pounded, beating against the cage of her chest much like how her magic pulsed with her fears. Limbs tingled; fingers began to move on instinct. Then, warmth. So much warmth. Enough that she gasped. Instantly, her lungs filled with air; her nose with that delicious mix she had never quite learned. Something soft, something smoky and then a hint of spice. Always, it was sweet. So very, very intoxicatingly sweet… but not sugary. The underlying bitterness of coffee tempered sweetness so deliciously that Helena found herself devoured by her craving for that scent. A second inhale gave her more, slowly begun to redirect her roaming senses to a singular focus. It was enough for her to open her eyes. “Welcome back.” A kind voice fell from naked lips. The smile upon them was small, nothing intended for the world to see. A secret amidst the crowd, the last life jacket on the Titanic. Just seeing it was enough for Helena to be saved. Shining grey eyes accompanied that encouraging little smile. Adoration glistened in beautiful grey depths, outshining the tinges of concern playing flecks in bluestone. In the swirling lights and dulled room, stone was more akin to gems than cobble, captivating Helena’s attention for far longer than society deemed polite. She could care less. Museums held marble statues of deities past, depictions of Aphrodite to stare at for hours. Marble was incomparable to the greys, Aphrodite a hag compared to the graceful woman donning such a flowing black dress. Elegance in its purest simplicity. “As if I could ever be parted from you.” Helena gave her best attempt at a purr. It was effective, given the creep of pink over Kya’s pale cheeks. Pale, not bloodless, Helena reminded herself. Bloodless was danger. It was the colour Kya had gone after the Queen’s spell struck her. It was the colour Kya had been when the Queen held a blade to her throat, when the Queen tormented Helena into confessing every pain, tried to make Sorceress scream and kneel. Tried to break her. Bloodless was the Witch Queen leering over a terrified girl, or ordering her most loyal man to ensure said girl was prepared… Helena flinched. Faster than Helena could blink, Kya’s hands left her, gathering in front of said woman’s chest. Kya held her hands there patiently, as if they were to be bound. Somehow, the speed and implications of such a gesture did not spark further fear within Helena, did not reignite the painful memories lapping at the edge of her consciousness. How such gestures could be made soft and welcoming, appealing even, still befuddled her. Flummoxed, her breath caught, even as Kya spoke. “Helena, I’m going to grab your tie, ok? I won’t pull, and my hands won’t move until I know you are ok. If you need to grab me, that’s ok. I know you won’t hurt me. We can just sway.” “The music is too upbeat for such a slow dance.” Came Helena’s rebuttal, even as her body moved to follow Kya’s suggestion. Cautiously, she gathered Kya into her chest, holding the otherworldly beauty there as if the world might snatch her away. Beneath Helena’s pale skin magic simmered. It heated her veins, writhing and bubbling like serpents of heated tar. She could feel the sparks escaping her control, trapped between her skin and her silken black button up. Kya had expressed her appreciation for Helena’s suit, several times, yet Helena had not seen the appeal until just now. The darkness of her shirt slimmed her down a little, whilst also concealing the fact she was sweating bullets. Her turquoise suit jacket was cut to perfection, emphasising both the strength of her shoulders and her feminine curves, without drawing attention to an overly generous bust. The matching pants fit her like a second skin, showing off impossibly long legs right to heels which meant business. Not only did they elevate her above the heads of many men, they also screamed womanly power. That she could, and would, step on any fool who crossed her path. Then, there was her crisp white tie… the very tie currently embraced between Kya’s gentle fingers. “Who cares about the music? We make our own rules, babe, always have. This was meant to be something fun, Helena. I didn’t think it’d be like this. I just thought it’d be romantic. Like going to prom with my soulmate, instead of some boy who expected me to finish the night on the backseat of his car.” “That boy dare-“ “He didn’t try to physically force me. He was confused as to why I wouldn’t, tried to convince me verbally, but he never laid a hand on me. He wasn’t a bad person, just an ignorant one. He was influenced by the wrong people. He actually wrote me an apology. It doesn’t makes my memory of prom the best.” “Yeah, had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you. So hit me up when you passing through. I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two” “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” Kya exploded, her wrath erupting in an enraged shout. Her voice carried, drawing countless gazes to the human embodiment of furious flames about to claim their penance. Kya’s entire body trembled, almost as if her growls were causing her to vibrate, and her cheeks took on a hue often associated with a devil. The fire in her eyes seemed poised to devour the world in its search for vengeance, yet Kya tempered it to three precise culprits. Three large men, all crowding around an uncomfortable-looking DJ who cringed as the song continued to play across a stagnant dance floor. “What’s wrong? Don’t like the music, dyke?” The first man sneered, his voice grating from between crooked teeth. His mates laughed, playfully jabbing him in his well-padded arms, hooting their drunken approval. His large belly jiggled as he laughed. Helena’s eye was drawn to his shirt, specifically the valiant efforts of a single thread stretched between a disconnected button and said shirt. “You’ve been playing rape culture bullshit for over half an hour. Do you even know what half of this shit means? Slip her a Molly? That is roofies! Drugging a woman’s drink to sleep with her, cause that’s totally sexy. That Nirvana song? It is literally about a rape victim. Did you idiots even stop to think that some people here might have gone through that?” Kya’s accusations were sharp, to the point, a jab of a blade straight to the ribcage. “We thought it was setting the mood. Isn’t your bitch DTF? She looks the type.” The second man taunted, giving a poor attempt at a suggestive wiggle of his brows. This man appeared more in shape, lithe, with the veins standing stark beneath his muscles. However, the stench of alcohol was only smothered by the copious amounts of noisme body spray he stained his wrinkled shirt with. “This isn’t the 1800s, dude. Women have the right to get married and be together outside of a Pornhub video.” Kya’s tone dropped along with her brows, her expression challenging, daring the men to come up with a retort worthy of her. “It isn’t rape if the bitch wants it.” The third man jeered. Unlike his counterparts, he appeared clean and put together, something Helena might have even called attractive before he opened his mouth. A good-looking man, ruined by his horrific mouth or corrupt by the company he kept. “What happened to you three? How can you be so cruel as to deliberately target someone just for existing? I know you’ve been watching us and noticed Helena’s reactions.” Kya’s words struck Helena to the core. Suddenly everything made too much sense. How the songs had seemed to only get worse and worse, their violations and sexist attitude more crudely represented. More stark. How the music had steadily grown louder and louder, until their sounds had burned into Helena’s consciousness. Until they became shadows which she could not be free of. Shadows where leering eyes hid, a pride of lions or a pack of wolves slowly circling their prey. What she had dismissed as a trickle of sweat down her back now stood out, an instinctual twinge, a warning. One she had not taken heed of. It left her wondering, was anywhere truly safe for her aside from Kya’s arms? Even in this strange new world, where nobody knew her crimes, she found herself persecuted. Had coming here truly been the new start she believed it to be? Or had she just fled her own insecurity into a pit of newer, wiser vipers whilst she played catch up for over thirty years of missing knowledge? “This is America, we have the right to listen to what we want.” “You have a constitutional right not to be a colossal dick.” Kya fired back without pause. This earned several snickers from around the room at the man’s expense. She wasn’t done, not even close. Kya continued, launching into a scolding with enough disgust in her tone to cow the watching crowds. “After everything she has done for this damn country, hell, the world, she deserves ONE night without some douchebags throwing shit at her. All we wanted was to come and have a lovely night out, not cop sexual harassment from a failed security guard, an alcoholic and a walking advertisement for how not to be a man all trying to relive their high school glory days.” “What? She got bored of servicing all the real men and went for her own bitch to boss around instead?” The second man taunted, snickering loudly at Kya’s repulsed expression. The expression was barely a flicker on the way to a smile. No, a smile implied genuine joy and happiness. Kya’s expression was something far darker. Ink dropped into water, sinking to the bottom of the glass. Purity tainted by malicious intent. Helena internally flinched. That expression was unlike anything she had seen from Kya before, save when Kya dealt with the Queen. It was the closest Kya could ever come to such wickedness; the closest Helena could bare to see her fall. “Oh I get it now. This is about your inferiority complex that no woman as gorgeous as Helena would want to be within ten feet of you unless it was to deliver a restraining order.” Kya’s voice was so calm, so crisp and clear, yet somehow a sneer. Something that even the Witch Queen could never truly pull off. It all happened so fast. Faster than Helena could even react. One moment, Kya was snarling in the face of some asshole, the next he had reached out in a sloppy attempt to smack her. Kya was faster. In a blink, she had grabbed the man’s wrist, grip unyielding, stepped into his space and twisted her body. Just like Helena had taught her. The man went plummeting to the ground in a flurry of ill-fitting formalwear and disgusting body spray. The collision was bone-jarring, filling the room with an audible thud. Before anybody could do anything more than gasp, the third man launched at Kya’s exposed back. Helena’s heart leapt into her throat, her magic burning beneath her skin in preparation to unleash. It was a pointless endeavour. Kya moved naturally, as fluidly as a trickling stream with the passion of a dancer and the heart of a knight. Her elbow came up, driven into the man’s nose without a moment of hesitation. He too fell, left with only his hands to try and still the raging current of blood pouring between his trembling fingers. His hands desperately palmed the broken mass of his nose, which made his cries sound wet and gargling. A second strike, a vicious kick to his groin, ensured he would not be getting up again. Helena arched a brow. That was not something she had taught Kya. “How?” The most rotund of the three questioned, wisely keeping his hands well away from Kya as she stormed up to him. Helena knew his fear, it was once an intimate companion to her afterall. He looked at Kya as if she were the Witch Queen, something which sat uneasily in Helena’s gut. Even here, Kya was not the Queen. She had not taken evident joy in her power over these men, nor in their fear. Kya wore an entirely too calm expression, as if the violence had been a bore to her. As if the blood running down her arm was something to be nonchalant about. She was silent as she reached out, hooking a single finger into the string stretched between button and shirt. Finally, it gave out, snapping under the added pressure. Then, Kya spoke, her voice kept low as if to protect the man from further humiliation. “My wife is a war hero. I’m not the scary one.” She informed, using the tails of his shirt to wipe the blood from her arm. At Kya’s words, Helena noticed the room focus on her for a moment, awe and respect flooding their eyes in a manner that was entirely too familiar. Too uncomfortable. It was the awe and fear of Reiner’s army. How long would it be until they too saw the monster she could be? Could that be how they now viewed Kya? “She’s earned her peace, and I’ll fuck up anybody who tries to attack that. She shouldn’t have to kill anybody else to protect this country, let alone deal with shitfucks like your friends shaming her for having an ounce of happiness.” Kya continued, eyes blazing dangerously. That. That there was something the Queen never had. The heat in her eyes, the fire and compassion. Helena’s heart rose in her throat. She’d seen this scene before. The Queen, leering over her prey, leaning down to mock their failure before she crushed them. Now Helena could see it. Kya’s connection to the Queen. The heat had faded from her cheeks, yet that heat seemed to have migrated to her eyes. Where the queen froze, Kya blazed, charring the man’s willpower to cinders with but one annoyed glance. Her focused glare had him trembling, fearing what she might do next. Helena felt that fear. Had the queen claimed her lover? Was she to truly lose her happiness now? Was fate so cruel? “Your friends will need medical care. That elbow could have broken more than his nose, and your other buddy smacked his head pretty hard.” Kya added, concern filtering into her expression for a microsecond before she turned. With the grace and confidence of a Queen, she strode over to the first man, her dress fluttering around her knees like wisps of shadows and silk. She leaned down towards the man, crouching so that she could speak directly to him. “If I ever hear you dared touch another soul without their consent, then you will no longer have hands.” Kya warned, her voice a tide of outrage tempered by her own compassion. Her hand upon him reminded him to stay down, but also touched with concern. Feeling how his heart rose to meet her palm. Despite his unfocused gaze, he afforded her his full attention, staring at her as if he was looking upon an Angel. No, not an Angel. A Valkyrie of Nordic legend. A guide to the lost heroes, the one to guide their souls to peace. Helena understood, for she gazed in utter devotion. This Kya was a new creature, one embodying her soulmate, channelling Helena’s protective energy in a uniquely Kya way. Helena couldn’t help but smile, to grace her protector with an approving twitch of her lips and a nod. Kya was not the Queen, nor did she continue her violence when it was not in defence. She had picked up arms in this moment so Helena would not. So Helena did not have to. Just as Kya had promised, she protected Helena’s peace. Kya rose after a few more moments, stony eyes softened to gems as she gazed upon Helena. The Valkyrie extended her hand, fingers imploring Helena’s to weave between them with a silent little wiggle. Helena, a lost soul if ever there was one, was helpless to do anything but reach, to accept the hand offered to her. With the softest of smiles, she entrusted herself entirely to her soulmate, her Valkyrie, trusting that if Kya was not her peace then at least she would lead Helena there.

#Anonymous #lovestruck #love and legends #love and legends helena #helena klein #lovestruck helena #helena x mc #angst #fluffy angst #tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: reference to rape culture #woeful wednesday

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nct yandere reaction to you finally falling in love with them after they had kidnapped you👀👀 ty!!

Taeil: It was three months into the relationship, reciprocated, when Taeil decided that now would be the perfect time to let you have your final source of freedom. He disconnected all of the password locks to the internet and bought you a new phone, He installed all sorts of social media apps onto it and let you create accounts for them or unlock the ones that you had already had. He was happy that he could finally trust you 100% and wanted to remember this day forever so he called you over to him and led you to the bedroom. He opened up one of your apps and started a live recording to post to your accounts. Both of you plopped down on the bed together and talked to your friends and family for the rest of the day until you got tired and fell asleep.

“Hey everyone! I’m here with my one and only. Today is a very special day for them, we can’t tell you why exactly but we’re both sure that some of you have finally noticed that they’re ‘back from the social media apocolypse’. They’re looking forward to catching up with everyone and I hope that you will support them and welcome them back to the social media world.”

Taeyong: If there’s one thing that he loves just as much as he loves you it’s those late night walks that he’d always take. He loved them even more now though because you were allowed to tag along with him and keep him company. Most nights both of you would remain silent and just listen to the music that would play from your shared pair of earphones. Despite the proof that you’ve given him that you’re completely and utterly in love with him, Taeyong still wouldn’t let you out during the day, at least for now that is, but he knew you didn’t mind since getting some fresh air during the night was one way for you two to share more time together and you weren’t completely hidden away from the world. He wouldn’t like it if you stopped to chat to other late night walkers or joggers but allowing you to leave the house was one way that he could show you that he was happy that you were finally coming around and learning to enjoy his company as much as he enjoyed yours.

“the stars are out tonight, have you noticed that y/n? It beautiful isn’t it? Yes, but not even the most beautiful city lights or the brightest stars shining in the sky can compare to how gorgeous you are.”

Johnny: The first thing Johnny would do once he knew that you were 100% actually in love with him now is take you to a combined ice cream and candy shop. You knew how much you loved sweets and, considering you hadn’t had any since he kidnapped you, he thought that this would be a perfect way to display his gratitude towards being in a functional relationship now. Unfortunately, this man will occasionally drop his mannerisms, especially when he’s excited like this, and he’d begin eating his ice cream as soon as he received it while you’d still have to wait for yours. He’d stop once he was on his tenth lick and see that you were still ice cream-less and offer you a lick of his.

“your ice cream still isn’t here? What, did the workers have to go to the back and milk the cow fresh for you? Gosh y/n, so demanding lol. Here, have some of mine, it’s salted caramel.”

Yuta: He may still be a possessive, manipulative and sadistic *sshole from time to time but his darling will definitely be able to see a drastic difference in his behavior and treatment towards them once they start showing signs of being in love with him. He’ll become much more cuddly and all-around affectionate to you. One quirk that his s/o will notice that he has is that he’ll enjoy rubbing his head up against yours as a sign that he wants your attention, he’ll also become more whiny because he’s such an attention whore (especially when he allows his friends to come over and he sees you talking to them). Yuta will be the hardest yandere to earn trust from so his s/o will still be locked up in the house but he’ll allow them to surf the internet, so long as he’s nearby to monitor everything they look up. One thing that his darling should know is that, no matter how well behaved they become, Yuta will still hurt them every once in a while (like XiaJun), he’ll use it as a lesson to his s/o that he could be treating them worse so they should be thankful that he has noticed their feeling for him.

“y/N-ah!!!! Pay attention to me!!!!! You’ve been talking to RenJun all night!” *rubs his head against yours* “y/n-ah, y/n-AH!” *gets close to your face and whispers in your ear* “you’re going to pay for this once everyone leaves, how dare you ignore me like this”

Kun: Kun will celebrate by cooking with you as often as possible. It’s a great way for both of you to be close and learn to work together. He wants everything to be a team/couple effort between you two so don’t expect to go out for meals or order in often. To show you that he loves you to the moon and back, he’ll always ask you what you want for to eat and that’s what you’ll both end up cooking together, however, if you’re indecisive then he’ll come up with a meal right on the spot, one that infuses some of your favorite dishes together to make one master dish that both of you will absolutely love. If there’s a dish that you want to eat that he doesn’t know how to make on his own, then he ask you to make it (if you know how to make it) and he’ll watch intently so that he can make it for you next time.

“let’s have taco tonight. I know it’s been a while since you’ve had any of those and they sound amazing right now. Is there’s anything that you’d want to go with them? What about any ingredients that you want to leave out/ I know cilantro is put in tacos sometimes, are you one of those people who have cilantro or do you like it?”

Doyoung: When you begin to show signs of loving him, Doyoung will be ecstatic. He’ll hug you and tell you how happy he is that he’ll no longer have to scare you or hurt you into ‘loving him’. He’ll be so happy that it may bring him to tears. He won’t want you to see if he begins crying so he’ll hug you from behind and cry into your shoulder. He’s dreamt of this day for so long that it seemed like it’d never actually come true, but now, here he is hugging you after hearing your confession over loving him.

“y/n-ah. I love you so much! I’m so glad we can be together like a normal couple now! You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day to come. I can’t believe it, you finally love me now. I love you so much babe!”

Ten: He’ll have to grow accustomed over your growing signs of affection for him since he never actually thought that you’d ever really fall in love with him. Ten had been so prepared to have to manipulate you all the time that seeing you fall for him continuously throws him throw many loops that he isn’t quite sure how to deal with. As time goes on he’ll open up to you more and see you as his honest to god s/o rather than a victim.

“I’m glad you’ve learned to love me. To be quite honest with you, it was exhausting having to manipulate you all of the time. I’m so glad I won’t have to do that now.”

Jaehyun: He’ll be one of those yanderes who brings up the past just to test your honesty about loving him. He’ll ask you about your friends and family and tell you possible scenarios of where you could be right now, how much better your life could be, how many friends you could have right now, etc. As he cuddles you from behind he’ll whisper in you ear about things that he knows you miss just to see if you’ll break this possible facade of yours. Once he knows that your feeling are true, his test will die down a bit but he’ll still bring up ‘what if’ cases every now and again before telling you that even if he hadn’t of gotten his hands on you, he still would’ve found a way to be in your life somehow.

“you could be at home with your family celebrating the holidays, you may have even brought an s/o with you that loves you dearly but instead you’re here with me. How odes that make you feel y/n? Are you sure you love me? I’ve ruined a lot of possibilities for you. Are you sure you’re not mad at me for doing this to you?…. Well, even if you are and this is just an act, there’s nothing you can do about it. It is what it is. You’re with me and you always will be. I love you”

WinWin: WinWin had hated keeping you locked up in the house like some sort of animal at the zoo after he had first kidnapped you. He always wanted to see you happy and healthy, enjoying life to its fullest and he knew that keeping you pent up all of the time was going to hurt you more than help you. He could see the fire in your eyes dying and your lust for life draining with each passing week that he had to keep you away from civilization so when you finally came around and started loving him he was ecstatic! He could finally let you out of the apartment and let you live the life that you desire, with him. The first thing he’d do after letting you out for the first time is take you downtown and go shopping with you, buying you something from every shop and street stand that you chose to stop by after grabbing a drink from your favorite cafe.

“y/n, look at this jewelry stand! Aren’t these amazing? Each piece is so beautiful, just like you.” *looks up at you* “you should chose one! I want to buy one for you.”

Jungwoo: Your affection is all that Jungwoo has wanted all along. He hated fighting with you and punishments were always something he hated with a burning passion. After kidnapping you, he believed that showing you how much he loves you from the get go would help you transition into your new life with him. Fortunately, that belief seemed to be right since it only took you a few months before you caved in and grew to reciprocate his affections. He’d, take you out to the gazebo that he put in the backyard just for you and confess how happy he was to finally have every part of you to himself, including your heart.

“I got us matching lollipops y/n. I hope you like the flavor, it’s creamsicle. I got it because it reminded me of our love for each other, it’s sweet and the more you eat it the sweeter it gets. It also starts out a bit rough because the flavor is strong but, as you get used to it, the flavor is soothing. I would’ve bought actual creamsicles but they they don’t last long and since these are being used as a metaphor of our love, I wanted something that would last longer so I got these instead. I love you y/n! Here’s to us.”

Lucas: Couple feeding couple feeding couple feeding! You always refused back when you were a resistant brat but now, now Lucas could enjoy this with you and watch you smile every time he’d lift a fork or spoon filled with food up to your face. What he loved even more is that you’d do it with him as well. At first he was worried that doing it during every meal would get old and you’d become reluctant again but he had been proven wrong, you loved it and looked forward to it. One time he nearly forgot to couple feed with you and you through a fit! At first, his first response was to punish you but he managed to hold back and find the cuteness of it as he realized that this was a small sign that you loved him and wanted to share everything with him now.

“babe, try this cake! It’s delicious! Let me try some of yours, you know I love chocolate.”

Mark: Oh My God!!!! once his darling falls in love with him it’s kisses for days for them. Every chance he’ll get, Mark will kiss you. Whether it’s on the cheek, neck, forehead, lips, or anywhere else, he’ll kiss them every time he looks at them. He won’t expect kisses back at first since he knows that you’re still a bit hesitant about being with him, but once you’re fully enamored, he’ll look forward to being kissed back no matter how or where. Mark will love kissing you in public the most since that’s his chance to show everyone that everything has worked out and nothing can separate either of you from each other.

“y/n, come here” *kisses you* “I have a gift for you” *kisses you again* “do you like it?” *kisses you* “please tell me you do”

XiaoJun: It’ll weird him out at first, not having to keep you tied up or locked up and not having to deal with catching you after you try to escape. Once you fall in love with him and are compliant to his whims, XiaoJun will have to fight his suspicions that this is all just a show for you to bide some time and come up with your next escape plan. It’ll take a while before his suspicions die down and he realizes that every kiss that you give him, every cuddle session you initiate, and every other form of bonding that you show him is honest. Unfortunately, XiaoJun is so set in his ways that he’ll occasionally have to be harsh with you and let some of that sadist side of him out regardless of you growing love for him. For some reason, this will mostly take place when you two are watching movies together on the couch, avoid horror movie (specifically torture porn movies like Saw and Hostel franchise…which are his favorite) because these will be the movies that make his loving side turn into his sadist side.

“Hey y/n, do you remember when I’d have to keep you tied up to a chair like that? Those were good times weren’t they? Not as good as now, I prefer to have you cuddled up against me like this but, I have to admit, I do miss seeing that fear in your eyes every once in a while.”

Hendery: Hendery will drop the sadistic aspects of himself for you the more you cave in and grow to love him the way you should but he’ll still be manipulative, especially when he thinks that you’re doing this just to have more freedom around the house. He’ll constantly be asking you if you really love him because he knows that the more he drills it into your head that you should say that you do, the more you’ll actually begin loving him for real. Once he notices that your feeling for him are true, he’ll be nicer to you by unlocking the chain from your leg that keeps you locked-up to the bed and he’ll allow you to chose some of the movies that the two of you watch. He won’t let you outside but he’ll unlock one of the windows just enough for a small breeze to get in through the house so that you won’t feel so pent up all of the time. It’s the small things that count when it comes to him showing his appreciation towards your shared feeling for each other.

“so what movie do you want to watch today y/n? I was thinking sci-fi….. oh romance? You want to watch a romance? Ok, I like that idea better. Good choice”

RenJun: Similar to Yuta and XiaoJun (minus the manipulation and sadism) RenJun will be a bit hesitant to believe that you’ve actually fallen in love with him now but he’ll become more affectionate to you as a sign of appreciation. After all of your attempts to escape, he won’t trust you to be outside on your own but, if he’s with you or if you’re with HIS friends (the select few that he trust to be with you without him by your side) he’ll allow you to get some fresh air however, he’ll give you specific instructions on what you’re not allowed to talk about or do and he’ll also expect you to be home by a certain time, if you break any of his rules then he’ll take away your privileges, and no- he wouldn’t care if that caused you to fall out of love with him because he knows that oyu’d have no choice but to re-fall in love with him again since you’re stuck with him forever and for all eternity.

“babe, I trust you to listen to Jeno and Jaemin when you go out. Don’t listen to Chenle, Jaemin and especially not Haechan though, I know they’ll try to cause trouble and you don’t want to be in trouble do you? No? That’s what I though, now be good and have fun, I expect you back here by nine.”

Jeno: Cuddlescuddlescuddlescuddlescuddlescuddlescuddles! dear god, if his darling though he was clingy before then they’d be in for a huge surprise after they make it clear that they love him back. He’ll cuddle up to you every chance you get and mumble on and on about how happy he is to have you in his life. He’ll be the most cuddly when he takes you out to the park for a picnic. Something about the way the light shines on your face and the slight breeze wisps your hair around makes him go suddenly cuddle crazy. He’ll scoot up to you from behind and wrap his arms around your waist then rest his head against your shoulders and he probably won’t let go until after the two of you have watched the sun set together.

“Isn’t this wonderful y/n? You and me together like we should be. This is exactly how things should be. I’m so happy that we love each other. I have no idea what I’d do without you.”

Haechan: Another yandere who becomes a kiss crazy baby. The only difference between Mark’s affection with his darling and Haechan’s affection towards you is that Haechan is much more ‘forceful’ with his kisses. If you two are out in public he’ll kiss you anytime someone looks in your direction. Luckily for him, he’ll believe that you won’t mind it all that much since you love him now but, if you do pull back or tell him to stop, don’t expect him to listen. The times that he’ll become most kiss-crazy with you is when you’re both invited over to a friend’s party and he sees anyone trying to get close to you, especially if that person is another guy. He’ll march up to where the two of you are and he’ll plant a large kiss on your lips while looking at the other person as a sign to back off because you’re his.

“I don’t like the way Jisung’s looking at you babe so come here.” *kisses you while you’re in the middle of eating some food*

Jaemin: He has always been so flirtatious but everyone knows that he’d up it to level 60000000 as soon as his s/o showed any signs of falling in love for him. He’d love driving you crazy with all of his flirtatious advances. You’d begin to understand why Jeno is always so annoyed and disgusted with him. From things as simple as making you sit on his lap to downright giving you the greasiest or dumbest ‘pick-up’ lines he can come up with, he make sure that his s/o know that he’s well aware that he’s won the war and can now do anything and say anything he wants to them no matter how much they may learn to hate him for it.

“hey babe, are you from Japan? cause I wanna get in Ja-pants, Hahahaha get it? Oh, here’s a classic! If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.”

YangYang: He was so happy now. Now that you were both in love with each other he could finally take you to that museum that he enjoyed going to and he could show you his favorite exhibits. He’d have entire weekends planned of things that you could do together around the city now that he could trust that you wouldn’t run away from him if he let you out of the house. Even when you were home, he’d gush over possible trips that you two could make together, one that he was definitely excited for was a trip to Germany. He figured that now that you two were officially in a socially correct relationship, he could take you there and let you meet his family. He’d love the thought of introducing you to them and having a family trip together to go sightseeing and maybe drive a lap or two of the Nurburgringsince he had always dreamed of being a race car driver…. or maybe you could just have fun with the family and pretend to do that in the house.

“You’ve got to try this y/n!! It’s so much fun! You should go next… next up racer y/n!”

Chenle: Chenle will be so much like Jaemin that it’s not even funny. He’ll be so flirtatious that he’ll probably see signs of you regretting ever falling in love with him sooner rather than later. He’ll up his flirtatious remark when people are nearby just to see how much of it you can handle before you’re shoving him away and trying to go and sit somewhere else. If he’s in the mood to really embarrass you he’ll stay in his spot but yell out his flirtatious remarks and constantly add winks into the mix. The one flirt that knows will always get on your nerves (because it get on everyone's nerves) is probably his favorite to use against you.

“hey y/n, are you from Tennessee because you’re the only ten-I-see” *winks from the other side of the dining table*

Jisung: Jisung’s darling will be incredibly lucky because he’ll learn to trust them fast which means that they’d earn a lot of privileges that may have been taken away whenever they had tried to escape in the past. Although he’s an obsessive yandere, Jisung is more willing to let you live a relatively normal life so long as he knows that, at the end of the day, you’ll always return home to him and show him how much you love him. He’ll allow this because he knows that this is needed for a relationship to truly be happy and healthy. Jisung will be a lot like RenJun.

“You can go hang out with your friends today if you’d like but please be back by the time my schedules are done for the day ok. I hope you have fun. I’ll miss you while I’m gone.”

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2017 Sundance: Adam Sobel brings needed attention with 'The Workers Cup'

Qatar has been surrounded by controversy since 2010 when it was announced that it would play host to the 2022 FIFA World Cup. Everything from bribery allegations to scrutiny over the poor labor conditions of hundreds of thousands of the migrant workers that have poured into the country for work.

Like many great documentarians, Director Adam Sobel didn’t search out his subject matter for “The Workers Cup,” it found him.

Sobel never intended to end up in Qatar, but it was 2010, jobs were scarce in the U.S. and his longtime girlfriend – now his wife – had just been offered a job teaching at a Northwestern University Qatar. So they went.

While there, Sobel found work with a local production company that did news stories and documentaries for outlets like BBC, CNN, and HBO. One particular story was requested frequently: That of the migrant workers who were building the facilities for the 2022 Qatar World Cup. He didn’t know it at the time, but the assignment would ultimately provide the foundation for his documentary, “The Workers Cup,” which premiered Thursday night at the Sundance Film Festival.

Sobel was able to answer some questions about his film and how he was able to get access that most people couldn’t.

Why did you decide to document workers’ conditions and this workers’ tournament leading up to World Cup 2022?

I lived in Qatar for the last five years. I moved out there in 2011 and my wife, who was my girlfriend at the time, moved out there in 2010. She got there just before they were awarded the World Cup, or the right to host the World Cup, I should say. When this got announced, it was so cool that she was there and then I think immediately, the world’s attention turned toward Qatar, which was great for them, it’s what they were hoping for, but at the same time, that level of scrutiny came with a lot of challenges for the country, and it really called into question, especially, the labor practices.

For me personally though, I moved out there in 2011, and I was working in journalism doing current affairs news and documentaries. While I was there, a lot of the stories were about migrant workers for ABC, CNN, all sorts of international outlets. But the problems with those stories was that because the subject is really sensitive within the country, we were obligated to work under cover a little bit or at least hide the identity of the contributors. I just felt like in doing that, you lost the human touch. I wanted to make this film, and ever since I arrived in the country, you feel immediately this disconnect between the social classes. The only way to interact meaningfully with workers as a white-collar expat was to make this film because you’re just living worlds apart.

Some documentaries are just “drop-ins” to the environment before shooting, but you truly lived in Qatar. How did that help your perspective while making this film?

I think it provides really important insight, but I don’t know if it leads to a lot of understanding, because it’s mostly about implicating somebody. I was just much more interested in creating empathy for people who are living this life. Our characters certainly find themselves in very dismal circumstances, but they don’t think of themselves like that on a day-to-day basis. Boiling them down to just victims … it just tells this monolithic story that doesn’t really exist in reality. They are these individuals with their own hopes and dreams, and I think those should be celebrated.

Was there any desire during the process to tell it from an outside point of view to admonish the companies with these poor labor practices, or did you want to tell it from the ground up?

I never wanted to do, like, an exposé. I always wanted it to be from the ground up and inside out. Starting from one character’s eyes and slowly developing the full picture. That was practical as well as being intentional because I’m living over there and obviously media restrictions are pretty significant. So, I’m going to follow the law — everything we did was totally legal. We just couldn’t make this film if we wanted to condemn or chastise.

How did you get access to Gulf Contracting Company? What was that process like?

We were able to get access because we lived there, we each lived there for many years, so we had lots of contacts that trusted us to tell the story in a way that was fair. The process of getting access required us to speak to, I’d say we got the blessing of some very important people in the country who would like to remain nameless. They didn’t give us their express authorization, but they gave us their blessing, which opened certain doors. By the nature of them being involved with World Cup Construction, that means that they actually have a higher standard for their workers than a lot of the other companies in the country. So that was good for us because that meant that they weren’t breaking the law, which meant we could film with them.

I think that is a key takeaway. I think people watch the film and maybe see the company as an antagonist, but I hope that they can look far beyond that and realize that the real problem lies in the system. All of us are, in some way, complicit in the system, because GCC has a British partner. There are plenty of Western construction companies and American construction companies that are based there that are profiting off of these lower labor standards.

How did you decide on making the tournament and this particular team a focal point of this documentary?

Without the tournament, I don’t think that we would have been able to secure the access because it was something that we knew people in Qatar wanted to promote. There was a promotional element to the event and marketing element to the event. And the fact, obviously, that it dovetails so nicely with the World Cup — which is why Qatar is relevant right now in the world — was too good of an opportunity to pass up as the story.

Originally the idea was we wanted to film maybe one player from many different teams and do more of a panorama, but lo and behold nobody wanted to give us access except for GCC, so it made the decision very simple. [Laughs] But also I would say there’s an energy to them that a lot of the other teams just didn’t have. [The others] didn’t have that spark or that life. When we met them, I remember we went to training, and they were doing this dance warm-up, and I said: “These guys are alive.” Another thing I liked about them is that they had a multinational group of players, which is more representative of the whole system. Most workers come from the Indian subcontinent, not from Africa, but more workers are coming from Africa these days because that’s where Qatar is recruiting to offset the number of Nepalis and Indians in the country. That was interesting, as well, to see those dynamics. We got lucky — they kind of chose us.

At one point in the film, a new worker arrives from Ghana that becomes the team’s starting goalkeeper. He says he’d rather be making money “in hell” in Qatar than be in heaven in his home country. What was your reaction to that quote?

It’s just a really complicated situation. I think that first of all, that interview was just shortly after Samuel arrived in the country, so if that was a year later, he may feel differently. But you do bring all of those hopes into the situation and many of our characters — the principal shooting on this ended about a year and a half ago — a lot of our characters are still there. Some of our characters went home and then went back. It’s not a black-and-white equation, right? You have to weigh the opportunities you have everywhere in the world in your personal circumstance at home. People are grateful for certain opportunities, but that isn’t a license to take advantage of them. … If you can take somebody who has very little in life with these dreams and these ambitions and you don’t live up to them, that’s a certain kind of exploitation. This exploitation of their expectations, it’s bad and demoralizing.

“Because the subject is so sensitive and because media restrictions were so significant, we either had to hide people’s identities or work undercover. The human touch was lost,” Sobel said. “We wanted to do something that went much deeper than that and really honored the workers for their sacrifices and their hopes and their dreams rather than doing something that just saw them as victims … I wanted to build empathy for the workers instead of sympathy.”

The film centers on the multinational men, from Kenya, Ghana, India and the Philippines, who have given their lives over to slavery-like contracts and dangerous conditions to build the stadiums from the ground up. One man, Kenneth, who was a soccer player in Ghana, shares his story about how a recruiter had told him that if he came to Qatar, he’d get a club soccer contract. It was a lie, and now he’s stuck in Qatar under horrific circumstances.

“We’ve had a lot of context about how the recruiting agents are selling a false bill of goods but certainly I didn’t expect that to be wrapped up in a professional soccer contract,” Sobel said.

The title of the documentary refers to the FIFA-sponsored “workers cup” whereby teams from different construction companies play against one another in a tournament. For men like Kenneth, it takes on a greater poignancy. Yes, it’s a welcome distraction from the conditions, but the fact remains that they are still stuck there.

“We saw (the tournament) as an opportunity because we knew they were interested in promoting this and showing to the world that workers welfare standards were improving,” Sobel said. “There was a definite PR angle there that we took advantage of and we somehow managed to stick around and keep shooting in the camps. We were able to actually get pretty close to the story.”

Sobel worked on the documentary for three years and kept it completely secret for two due to the sensitive nature of what he planned to show and the strict media standards in the country. He’s excited that his subjects are getting their voices heard at Sundance.

“It’s a story about these guys whose lives have been sacrificed in some way for our own entertainment and that in and of itself reveals that we’re all complicit in the system,” Sobel said. “This is a story of globalization.”

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